A Memory for Valhalla (Closed)

Valourie felt a small churning within, She wasn't sure if it was the resonance of Vija's soul, the last shreds of Human emotions lingering on, or... was it Valourie that felt disappointment? She felt as though She should have saved her, resurrected her instead, But uncertain if Vija would have wanted that. She had accepted death, but did she expect Heaven? or Hell? Valourie shook her head slowly, the thoughts waded through her mind, and she wondered.. Did Vija even believe in life after Death? 
    It was the Valkyrie's sacred duty to collect. And at this very moment, Vija's soul stood before her in purgatory, a strangely isolated plane of semi-existence between life and death. 'I could still bring her back...' Valourie thought. 'It's not too late... for Vija. For Wildgard...' The Fox Kintu began to turn around, and then they met eyes. In the Case of Murder, life is cut short, it's no ones destiny to die unknowingly. Everyone has a purpose, a calling, you choose when to Die. And there was no way she could have chosen to die by that Assassin, unless she hired him herself. But she wasn't afraid... If she knew, she would have been on edge... He wouldn't have grieved... Staring into Vija's eyes Valourie struggled with her Morals. Vija was a powerful Barbarianess, a Skilled Assassin. Wildgard needs more of her... Ragnarok is coming, and we are losing our best fighters. The World won't stand a chance. Not like this. The Good become more corrupted every day... And our best fighters are sniped from afar unknowingly.

"She didn't even die with her weapon in her hands."

    Val cleared her throat to speak. "Vija Thorn, Barbarian Assassin. I Am Valourie Fletcher, Valkyrie of Fire and Fury. I am your Angel of Death." She took a breath and fought back her uncertainty. "Did you see your Attacker? Did you know him? Were you aware of your impending doom?" But these were not the questions that Valourie wished to ask her captive. There were much more complicated things to be discussed, things that Valourie herself struggled with. 

    When Valourie Died. She died in battle, at the age of 25. She was a young Amazon Queen, green and her heart unscathed. She lead her tribe into a war. It was not her war, but the war of the previous queen, something Valourie couldn't avoid. Her women were warriors, as she was, as they always had been. The war was over something as costly as territory, the Amazon kingdom was under attack by at least 3 other races. And the Previous Queen died defending herself at a Peace Treaty. The Amazons were enraged. When Valourie took up the mantle of Queendom, she was one of the youngest Amazons to ever lead them. But they trusted her. And in the fire of Fury, she killed hundreds of men. it may have been adrenaline, it may have been the will of the Gods. But they won their war. And saved their Country. Val's people were a proud people, they celebrated. During the night, the remaining enemy ambushed them, Valourie knew there was something wrong, she tried to save her sisters. They were unarmed, unarmored, and they didn't stand a chance. Valourie tossed her weapons to a nearby sister, so that she could defend herself, Aside from a small boot-blade. Valourie saved many lives that night. But lost her own. She didn't see her killer. He left her to die. A vision she always had burned in the back of her memory. Lying on her back, with dagger in hand, watching her peripherals close in, and fade. Paralyzed. Listening to the sounds of her sisters screaming, crying. And then silence aside from the heavy booted footsteps of her enemy retreating, slowly, because they had nothing left to fear. The Amazons had won their war, and they had lost their war.

    Valourie woke up in Fólkvangr. Freya's Field. She was greeted with the smiles of her loved ones. People she tried to save in the war, her friends, childhood pets. Her heart sunk, because she knew where she was. She was in Heaven. A Place of eternal Paradise, eternal rest. There was no pain, no remorse, to trials or tribulations. And she hated it. The Peaceful life was never hers. She was a Warrioress, Born and raised to Fight, it was in her blood. The Fury, she fought to protect her people and she fought to protect her homeland, she knew nothing else. And in her Afterlife she was ridden with her mortal thoughts. The restlessness tore at her, though she couldn't feel the pain of it. For Months she continued to train her body, and her mind, though she would never have to fight again. It was an automatic reaction. Then one day while she was Training in Freya's field, Valourie saw a Valkyrie swoop down out of the Heavens to Freya's side. And dispatch to her a letter, and was off. Valourie was to seek council with Freya from then on. Inquiring about the Valkyrie, and where she came from. The Contents of the letter. Eventually Freya had enough of Valourie's questions and tried to silence her, though nothing would suffice. "I Have the rest of my undying afterlife to pester you Freya, I can continue for the rest of my immortal life, and I will never let you rest in your pristine plane of relaxation. YOU WILL KNOW YOUR WITS END." And Freya nodded silently. Sometime Later, Odin's Valkyries came to Escort Valourie to Valhalla. Where she met Odin in Asgard. He welcomed her to his Hall and presented her with her wings and her peregrine mask. She knew her place was among the Warrior Angels, Where even when she was dead beyond the Afterlife, she could still fight. She trained for Ragnarok, the end of the World. The end of mankind. Several hundred years past and Valourie forgot everything but the training, she forgot all purposes but for Ragnarok, she forgot all duties but to Odin and Týr. She forgot who she was.

    Until one day Týr gave her a mission. Another Valkyrie had escaped, and was given human life again. Someone Valourie was familiar with. A Woman named Nerthania. According to Týr, She was in league with Loki, the God of mischief. And it had resulted in deportment. She was banished from Fólkvangr, the same way that valourie was. Only she never made it to Valhalla. She was dropped in Wildgard. A strange frontier of death and suffering. A Land tainted and cursed, the perfect place for Ragnarok. odin and Freya had been there themselves, and confirmed it. This was the Breeding grounds for Death, And there were many souls to be had. Valourie was charged to Collect. Though the Rules were very Specific. "Valourie, You will not interfere. The Balance between Light and Dark in Wildgard's Scales is highly shifted. No Good can thrive there. Bring me back their Souls. Bring them to Valhalla. And when the Time of Ragnarok comes, the Good will come back and fight in Force. Until then there is no chance, no need to fight. Just wait." Valourie couldn't obey even the simplistic of commands. She went back to her Amazons, rebuilt the tribe, took back her people from the one leading them, trained them, outfitted them and said. "There is a place on this earth. Full of Rot, and Decay. Where death comes so frequent to good people that the scales of life and death are always tipped, there is no balance and the Gods are doing nothing to stop it. A Place where Children take up arms and fight to stay alive. Where evil reigns. We will go there, to this place and we will set it right!" She led her Amazons into Wildgard, with the hopes of bringing change. But the More she spoke out against the Gods, the more she incurred their wrath, And Týr sewed her mouth shut, The Cords to this day were woven around her lips and if she so much as thought about speaking out of line, he'd pull them shut. But Valourie would still not heed the Gods. She had the power of Angels. She could kiss the dead back to life, Stall death, grant it, and reap souls... but Valhalla only got the dark ones, the evil, the mishappen, and the cruel. The Valkyrie made sure the good stayed good, and the scales tipped in her favor. 

   

    As for Vija, There was no denying it. She would make a Wonderful Valkyrie,
There was no bringing her back. 
She would go on to Valhalla, Warrior Heaven.
And that was Valourie's Decision.